My spirit's made up of the ocean, and the sky, and the sun, and the moon, and all my eyes can see. I cannot go back to your land of gloom, where black jagged shadows remind me of the coming of your doom. I want my own land.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5854 | 2020-06-15 09:48:02 | 139.99 | 98% |
| 4959 | 2020-05-08 01:20:08 | 143.86 | 99% |
| 3354 | 2020-04-08 03:43:15 | 144.50 | 97% |